The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub by Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online Page A

door open and ran his hands along his instruments
of please and pain. “Did you touch yourself while I was away, boy?” Dietrich
said without looking at his sub.
    “No,
Master.” Those two words had never sounded sweeter than coming from the lips of
the man he loved and the one he dominated.
    He
grabbed the cane and a strip of rope and closed the armoire door. “Take your
place by the door.” Stellan went to stand, but Dietrich placed the handle of
the cane on his shoulder, stopping him. “Do it on your hands and knees. I want
to see your ass and balls.” Stellan went down on all fours and moved to the
bathroom door that also held a hook in which he could be restrained. Dietrich
let his eyes travel over the muscular mounds of his sub’s ass and to the heavy
weight that swung with each move Stellan made. The shadowed valley between
Stellan’s muscular ass was a tempting sight, and one
that had pre-cum leaking from the slit of Dietrich’s dick. Once at the door
Stellan waited for orders. Dietrich ran his hand down his spine and felt his
dick grow even harder at the play of muscles beneath Stellan’s olive-toned
skin.
    “Tell
me again what you think of Blythe.” Dietrich bent onto his haunches and let the
tip of his cane run along his sub’s back. Stellan’s breath hitched, but his
words were spoken clearly.
    “She
is perfect, Master.” When he ran the cane down the crease of his ass Dietrich’s
cock gave a mighty jerk.
    “Spread
your cheeks, boy.” Stellan reached behind and pulled his ass apart so Dietrich
could get an unobstructed view of the tight hole in the center. He palmed his
cock and used the pre-cum that seeped from the tip to make his shaft slick.
“She is perfect, isn’t she?”
    “Yes,
Master.”
    They
both wanted her, and the arousal that Dietrich had seen clearly in her face let
him know she wanted him, too. They had spoken about her during dinner, and
maybe he should have felt wrong for doing so when she clearly didn’t
understand, but the things they’d said were dirty and filled with a lot of
heat. He didn’t want to frighten her away. They had only known each other such
a short time, but that instant connection, one that Stellan felt it as well,
cemented the fact she was meant to be with them. The only problem was she was
his employee. If he could control himself for the next several weeks then all
would be well, but that was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep. The Dom
in him wanted both of them before him on their knees, giving themselves like
proper subs. He had seen the same spark in her eyes that he had in Stellan’s.
It was a fire that told him she wanted to be dominated, whether she realized it
or not. She was a natural sub; that was obvious. Perhaps she had been like
Stellan at first and found her desires abhorrent and unnatural? She certainly
wouldn’t be the first person out there trying to live a vanilla life.
    “Hands above your head.”
    Stellan
raised his hands, and Dietrich used the rope to secure his wrists together, then tethered the bonds to the hook on the door. The
position had Stellan still on his knees, but his body was stretched out in a
delicious display of pulled tendons and sinew. Dietrich took a step back and
admired the sight for several long moments. The only warning he gave Stellan
before he brought his cane along his ass was the air whooshing before he struck.
The sound of bamboo striking flesh filled the room. A surge of lust slammed
into him when Stellan jerked in his bonds, and a beautiful red line made itself
present on the tanned skin of Stellan’s cheeks.
    “Beg
for another, boy.” He kept his voice low and stroked the tip of the cane down
Stellan’s spine again.
    “Please,
Master. May I have another?”
    Dietrich
brought the cane down again on the other side of his sub’s ass.
    “You’re
such a good boy. You please me immensely, sub.” He struck him again and again,
loving that his mark popped out along the back of Stellan’s